Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Nice

Nice to see you again.
Nice like slamming the door on my hand,
Nice like cramps,
Nice like kiss my ass.

I wish I had back every word I ever said to you,
So that I could eat them,
So that I could shit them smack in the middle of that sanctimonious crap you call sobriety.

Nice to know you're alive.
Nice like a stick in the eye,
Nice like fuck off and die.

Thought I'd forgive and forget?
Fat chance.
Nice try.
Love was the drug,
But hate is the high.
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32 comments:

  1. Oh my...I have felt this before. Love was the drug,But hate is the high. What a great line!!

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  2. damn...love the snarky attitude...set them straight...

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  3. Love the last line, sums up the rage! Some say the other side of love is hate.

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  4. This is f..k..g profound and straight to the point. Well worded
    '...sobriety...love was the drug/but hate was the high'

    This should be a poster

    xo xo xo

    tu amigo

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  5. Those final lines are epigrammatic!
    A universal truth in two lines.

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  6. Bring the 'tude and let it rock--I'm all for people hearing the truth, especially the sanctimonious, usually the first to preach and the last to listen. Last lines are indeed sharp, but I also like the second stanza for its uncompromising honesty and up front analogy.

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  7. Nice like a stick in the eye -- I like how that 3rd stanza sandwiches in some childish pissiness.

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  8. WOW... strong words ... powerful poem. I have a friend who writes a lot of angry poetry - she should love this!

    "Love was the drug,
    But hate is the high."

    What an ending!

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  9. Wow! I would not want to be on your bad side. Love Those final lines.

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  10. YES! DO make this into a poster! Last two lines are fantastic!

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  11. I feel anger and resentment trickle through your words and I love the ending.

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  12. It felt as if a machine-gun just exhausted the whole magazine at one go! great conclusion.

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  13. I know several people I feel this way about!

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  14. Well now -- I am guessing he got the message.

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  15. i get the feeling you are a bit pissed off at someone

    private dreamliner

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  16. I now know what I want to have tattooed onto my body. But I need a big part, because that's a lot of lines. Perhaps I need to choose a part that keeps getting bigger?

    Wow!

    When I saw the title, I thought of the Dixie Chicks' song "I'm Not Ready to Make Nice." Yours has even more bite...

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  17. Woooohooooo....those last lines are like razorblade frosting on a cake made from rusty nails. I still feel the sting....ohhhh yeahhh!!!

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  18. God, I love this! -especially the end.

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  19. Dearest Shay...
    Remind me to stay on your good side.
    Thank You...G

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  20. I generally look askance at angry breakup poems, but this is so clean and tight that it's hard to dislike it. This piece knows when to say enough is enough on many levels; it's very solid work.

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  21. Really, I wish you'd stop beating around the bush and tell us how you really feel ;-)

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  22. Oh, yeah, Shay, I agree with G-Man—I hope I never piss you off.
    Luv, K

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  23. Spit out like snake venom, blinding and ultimately deadly.

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  24. Actually, it is an adorable rant... As long as one isn't on the recieving end of this. I can just see her best friend raising a glass and saying "here, here".

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  25. Ahhh, there's the fire Miss Blossom.

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  26. Yay for Firefox ... Betcha these sentiments were at full boil while the mouth opened and said, simply, "keep coming back ..." These unmailed letters marked "For landfill only" show that just because we behave decent so we don't get cut off from life support (the meetings) doesn't mean the raging heart doesn't have A LOT to say ... The Word Garden is a sort of landfill, wouldn't you say, or the garden that grew over it? - B

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  27. only self-absorbed assholes think that someone will not only forgive them, but forget... and why should we?

    this is righteous, dude!

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